Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys. Just my storyline.

AN: Sorry, everyone for being gone for a while. I had cervical spine surgery. Recovery has been very rough and will be very long. Also, for my own sake and reader's sakes I have aged up Sam and Calliope to 17 going on 18.

The drive to Santa Carla, California was a long one from Phoenix, Arizona. It was made longer with the bad news that had prompted my early arrival in California. To recap my parents divorced. Dad decided that Mom and his marriage was not worth it anymore and he needed a younger woman. So, he had an affair with Barbara, the bleach blonde bombshell that had just made junior partner at his law firm. I could see the appeal. She was a gorgeous woman and she had brains too. But nonetheless my mother had not deserved the treatment she had received from the split. Dad got everything but his children, the dog, and the Station Wagon. Mom and my brothers packed up all of their possessions and headed to Santa Carla. I stayed behind to work out my notice from my job and train my replacement.

It had been three weeks after my mom and brothers left that I came home, and Barbara met me at the door. She had moved in the very evening my mom and brothers had left. She told me in a choked voice that my brother, Michael, had been killed in a hiking accident. My blood had run cold. My brother was dead. I couldn't breathe. And since she had told I had not been right since. Michael had been the best big brother anyone could ask for. I had allowed Barbara to console me for a bit and then I went and packed everything I had, called my job and told them what had happened. My boss offered his condolences and told me to drop in and get my last check.

I picked up my check and then dropped by dad's office. I popped in and he was just staring at the ceiling. He popped up when he noticed I was there. I didn't beat around the bush and asked him to write mom a check. She was going to need help with expenses with Michael. He nodded and was quiet as he wrote out a check. He made bank being a successful lawyer. The least he could do is help out the mother of his children. He wrote out a $250,000 check and gave me his credit card. I thanked him and told him I would call when I got to California then again when all of Michael's arrangements had been made. When I got in my Jeep, I looked at the check. He had made it out to me. I sighed and shook my head.

I drove for hours, and I kept driving. It was dark when I entered Santa Carla. I was at a traffic light when motorcycles pulled up next to me into the turning lane for the Boardwalk. I had my windows down and my radio on, Lita Ford and Ozzy crooned together in Close My Eyes Forever. I looked over at the riders. All wild and handsome. The platinum blonde nodded at me then the light turned green I nodded back and continued on the trek to my grandfather's house. It had been a few years since I had been here, but I still knew the way. I pulled into the familiar drive and saw a red convertible next to my mother's Station Wagon. I parked and grabbed a couple of my bags.

I stepped onto the old porch and saw my brother's motorcycle sitting in the doorway of the garage. I teared up but choked them down. I opened the door and walked into the log home.

"Mom?" I called out into the home.

I stood at the door kicking off my leather riding boots. I rode a lot with Michael. He taught me to ride and had gotten me the boots for Christmas one year. I heard footsteps rapidly coming to the living room. The kitchen door swung open. My mother, Lucy, stood there. Same boho clothes she had always worn. Same red hair. But the grief of Michael's passing was evident in the air about her, and her usual warm eyes were misted and broken. A tall man with brown hair and glasses came from the kitchen behind her. This may be Max; Michael had told me that he was a bit nerdy, but he was good to Mom.

"Calliope." Mom said and approached me.

She enveloped me into her all-familiar hug. She took a shuddering breath. She was trying so hard to keep it together. I knew why. I may be Sam's twin, but we were fraternal. I looked like a girl version of Michael.

"Lucy, let's return to the kitchen. Please, dear, finish your tea." the man said and placed a gentle hand on Mom's shoulder.

Mom pulled from me and with teary eyes she nodded. The man took her by the arm and nodded at me to follow as he led her back to the kitchen. I came with and sat with them as mom sipped on chamomile tea. I got myself a cup as well. The man patted mom's hand and turned to me to introduce himself.

"I am Max." He said with a light smile.

"I thought as much. Michael... had told me about you the last time I spoke to him." I said quietly.

"All good things I hope." he said just as quiet.

"Yes. He said that you had given Mom a job at your Video store. And that you and Mom had recently started dating. He didn't know much about you only that you were good to Mom." I answered.

The kitchen door swung open and in shuffled Sam. He looked so out of it. Dark circles were under his eyes. He looked up to Mike. Mike was his hero. He didn't even notice any of us was in the kitchen. I stood and moved around the table.

"Sammy?" I called out.

Sam looked up and realized I was there. I watched his young handsome face crumble. Callie, fell brokenly from his lips and he was crying. He hugged me and I just let him cry on me. After a few minutes he let me go and just stood there looking at me. I know. Just like with Mom, I looked way too much like Michael.

"Hey, Sammy, could you take Callie to her room?" Mom asked quietly.

"Sure." He mumbled.

I grabbed my bags and followed Sam up the stairs and to the door that led to the attic. I followed him up there. Seemed Grandpa had finally finished out the attic and had turned it into a guest room. I sat my bags down onto the small couch. I looked about. There was a large bed with purple sheets and fluffy pillows. There was an armoire and a vanity and a couple of nightstands. Sam told me about the bathroom that grandpa had installed in the attic as well. I put all of my hygiene stuff in there.

"Thanks, Sammy." I said and headed back downstairs, "Wanna help me get my stuff in?"

He nodded and followed me out. It didn't take too long for us to get all of my stuff in. He helped me put all of my stuff away and get things settled around the room. I put on a record that Michael liked on my record player. Sam curled up on my bed. I laid next to him. He didn't want to be alone right now. It wasn't long before he was asleep. I got up and went to the door that led out to the balcony. I leaned against the railing and stared out at the moonlit ocean too tired to stay up any longer but also too tired to sleep.

With a restless sigh I turned back to the door to enter my room. I shut the door and turned the light out. I missed a shadow drop down silently to my balcony. The shadow breathed in deeply and then disappeared as quick as it came.